A Seasonal Being Of Light
Most believe in a physical reality;
that all lives are physical beings;
instead we exist in a form of duality;
the dream world above; unseen.
We sense its presence; nearly every day;
we feel as though something’s there;
seeking faith’s guidance; we often pray;
believing; yet, wondering where.
Still; most believe it’s a physical world;
a creation that God put in motion;
a physical reality by light energy unfurled;
such thoughts have our devotion.
Some still believe that it self-created;
by energy; without thought or reasons;
such controversy will prove ill-fated;
randomness doesn’t explain seasons.
Life’s energy experiences an ebb and flow;
like the ocean’s tide it comes in;
when death gives it no more places to go;
it returns to start over again.
Who commands both winds and waves;
that they return to where they begin?
Who commands death; and opens the graves;
allowing life, to live once again?
Such is the province of the Master of reason;
piercing the darkness of endless night;
thoughts ebb and flow; in an endless season;
creating seasonal beings of Light;
Monty 11/20/23. # 1,858